white name. She made the letters; but now her head is wrong, and she thinks that it is full of white beads."
"Don't talk more than you know, Fox Heart," said the old squaw, sharply.
Torch Eye looked toward his step mother, and she turned her head away.
When the Indians who were visitors had withdrawn to their tent, which they had pitched close by, and Torch Eye had gone with them, the old Indian went up to Nattie, who was still sleeping on her mat, and looked at her attentively. He then took a vial from his pocket, poured half its contents into a basin of water, and laved her face, neck and arms several times. She grew whiter at each laving. The old squaw brought the herbs which she had cooked. He told her to drink the dose herself, for he had a draught of his own choosing for Tulip.
"Why don't you give it to her, then?" she said, looking sullen.
